Luyện nghe bài hát Ring The Alarm

Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, sound is dying, whoa, aye
the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye

Ring the alarm, I wanna stay calm cause
I'm to rip this Psalm
the mic is gripped my lyrics do split up like
Bombs Vietnam

I'm sweet, neat, I don't romp or skinteet
Lyrics I lick with my
And rhymes I with my teeth
This prophet you can't stop this from the West Indies

You can tell I'm a lyrical prophet from the words and broken up
In these books and scrolls I unfold
The knowledge I use make me bold
The in my system

Converts and becomes wisdom
Born in Trinidad, not Tobogo, land of steel pan and
Cyop is a and a buck is a cyop
That's the real true thing and a natural

This lyrical man you can't me back
the red, the white, and also the black
Island, which is my land, my of birth
You can tell by the tongue swung

And the lyrical in me verse
So all MC's cross this border
'Cause by now you should know of
wise but now I despise

All youth out of order
try to test any of the Schnickens
'Cause I'm not with the lyrical boxin'
The and the lickin'

the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye

You two-facety, you can't me
And my rhymes you'll bite and
Soon acknowledge my lyrical substance just like a bookworm
Chip FU, then you will and show all the youth them

That me big under roots and culture
And the bad in the pen
Because when I the mic
(Yes, man)
All MC's they do stop yes and

Any mic I touch, any mic I brush, any mic I
With lyrical styles of such
And if I do unleash a masterpiece
Lyrics never cease, then a piece I'll and make it brief

Please don't bite yes or
C H I P FU is my name, it will stay the same
Give me any mic on stage in a I'll engage
And drop rhymes the same

Quote for quote, for note, did you comprehend
So it up and pull it up operator
Wheel and come
'Cause MC's try these Rastafarianic and sound like wanna-be's

But a wanna-be's not what I to be
See the have to be
The true prophets
to preach FU-Schnick prophecies

We untouchable, matchable, stoppable MC's for unity
Me, a Rastafarian, no not me but I do
I'm not Jamaican, so all MC's you better run
Mr. Chip FU man a come

And me sitdong pon de riddim sitdong de vibes
A de don
True me full up a and me wicked and wild
With pattern watch how me chat it in a verb

And it in a noun
Uno better I and I respect
this Trinidadian I come
out

Ring the alarm, sound is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye

Phenomenon one, two, phenomenon three
Come me
POC the rough-neck chicken and I'm the wild Apache
See I'm the C the H the I the P

with the P the O the C, the K the U the N the G
The M the O, yes and the C
And when the M the I the C is in my H the
I preach and and educate all ghetto youth about unity

But wait, let me get set not to
But to get something
All MC's out with good styles
And all of them do great

But ring the alarm and don't stay
Because I procrastinate
lyrical styles that I compile
To preach and teach and educate me, a new jack
(Who's that)

When you at the parties rapping and scratching I did a chat
On tape, on tape and cassette, you'll me live and direct
Yes and who never hear me yet when you my voice it's perfect
So just pack up because your are weak when you speak

Don't step so just back up, wake up, off the make-up
The mic because I'll up
MC's limbs from limb, me trim
You see me, I don't follow no style and I don't follow no

So take to this lesson I bring or the lesson I brought
was taught to one and another
All MC's better ring the alarm
In other words, run for